way too many pineapple tarts and cornflake crackers.
dont grow up too fast and dont embrace the past this life's too good to last and i'm too young to care dont kid yourself and dont fool yourself this life could be the last and we're too young to see.
someone inspired me to write this paragraph. the purpose of my blog is self-expression. when its meant to be understood, it can be understood. when its not, no matter how you try, you wont get it. most entries are subjected to individual perception. personal experiences would determine your interpretation. the things i blog about are not "chim". its the way i pen them that makes them incomprehensible. oh and if you must. read my blog with a dictionary in hand.
once and for all, end it now. postponed one too many times. clean, short, painful. this is it.
dont kid yourself and dont fool yourself this love's too good to last and i'm too old to dream.
perfection at 4:18 PM
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
so chinese new year wasnt so bad after all. but i still need to spam mahjong and in-between.
type W, type N, type EW. just like the red life that flows through your veins. without it, you lose it. what if you were a type W. the rarest of all. what would you do if you were bleeding to death. and you couldnt find another. would you hold on or let yourself go.
surprised i'm still alive.
we're the new face of failure prettier and younger but not any better off bulletproof loneliness at best, at best.
perfection at 2:22 PM
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
today was screwed up. but i shall remain un-superstitious.
when the Zetas fill the skies will our leaders tell us why fully loaded satellites we'll conquer nothing but our minds.
perfection at 4:08 PM
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
it dawned on me. how susceptible we are. the simplicity of destruction. we're not like ants, we are ants. though not endangered yet. but put in jeopardy by a miswired mind or a selfish political agenda. lost in an instant. vulnerability.
i would say. he looks nonchalant. unaffected by influences of the world. sometimes coming across cynical. a flippantly-judged skeptic. but never is he hypocritical. doesnt see the need to be. sensitive, intuitive, aware. classic. respect.
i'm sick of feeding my soul see people who'll never know just how purposeless and empty they've grown because their language confuses like computers refuse to understand how i'm feeling today.
perfection at 3:34 PM
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Friday, February 09, 2007
doublism. should there be rectification. correct what's been wrong since the start. what moulding and sculpting has done. slowly i take back what belongs to me. starting with humanity.
there's a freight train coming to force your head in check. our days are never coming back. you try to warm my heart but you freeze my blood. i thought i knew who you were. but watch how fast and how well i forget.
stay silent and think. i can do no more. time doesnt permit. twenty-five hour clock anyone. at least i can still find the time to pen tunes. good old 162 rides.
but you cannot separate the two things i would live or die for i'd kill to separate your heart from your head thats to die for.
perfection at 11:23 AM
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Thursday, February 01, 2007
feel it slowly creep deep again. then slowly bleed away. how it loses its significance in an instant. tragic heterogenous phases.
blank bus rides. nothing to think about. no adventure to toy with emotions. no challenge to dominate the mind. plots unfold in here. out there, still. unprogressive.
i'm a leading man and the lies i weave are oh-so-intricate bandwagon's full, please catch another.
perfection at 3:49 PM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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